CracksA Poem by RivMy mind is not beautiful. It's a dark mess. You might see it one way, but I see it another. I'm in a constant spiral downwards. I pick myself up. I'm not my own motivation, but I move on anyway. There's always something in the corner of my eye, it's begging to be played. A card that has a strange face on it, all dark and decayed. I can't see the future, because I don't think there is one. I'll just wait until no one can see, wait until I can't. When the curtain falls on today, I'll be long gone. My tears will drown my fears, and I enjoy that.
© 2015 RivAuthor's Note
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